Page 106 of Mafia And Maid

I ease off the counter, my legs trembling still.

His hand grasps me. “Where are you going, Rosa?”

“What?”

“We’re not done.”

My mouth parts, and I don’t know what to say, but I can’t deny the utter thrill that his words send through my body.

He comes closer, pressing his body into mine. “Not by a long shot, baby.” Two powerful hands grip the back of my thighs and hoist me once more against his body.

This is a bad idea. Anyone could walk in.

“Focus on me.”

My eyes lock on his as he brings me to the pantry. Closing the door, he presses my body against it. A soft moan escapes my lips.

I lick my lips, my brain fogging as his mouth nips along my skin. “Wait.”

He freezes.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask him.

His brow furrows.

“I’m not the right sort of woman for you—”

But he silences me as his lips crash into mine, stealing my breath and silencing my doubts.

My fingers tremble as they work his jeans open. I’m possessed. Something else is guiding my body and controlling my movements. Someone who’s needy for the man before her. For someone to see me, for me.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against my throat, his hands working my breasts. “You’re completely addictive, Rosa.”

His voice is growly, making me instantly melt on the spot.

Pressing me against the door, he braces against the wood with one hand while grabbing my hips with his other.

“What if…what if I’m bad?”

“Bad? Impossible.” His voice is hoarse with need—need for me—and sends a fresh wave rushing through my body. It’s dark, heady, and so bordering dangerous that I’m sure I’ve forgotten how to breathe for a few seconds.

His hand grabs at my thigh, so I have to wrap my leg around him. He presses his hips forward.

With the way I’m open to him, he grinds his hardness right against my core. “That’s all for you, baby. There’s not a goddamn thing on this earth that’ll feel as good as it will when I sink into you. Whoever the fuck told you otherwise is a goddamn liar.”

“But…”

“But nothing. I don’t give a fuck about whathetold you. What I do care about is hearing those beautiful sounds you make right before you come. This time with me buried inside you.”

His mouth lowers to mine, capturing my lips. I’ve never seen a man like this. So wound tight over me. My heart does a pathetic flip. “You mean that?”

“Every goddamn word, God as my witness. There’s nothing you could do that wouldn’t turn me on, Rosa. I want this. I want you. No, fuck that, Ineedyou. Now be a good girl and help me.”

Something inside me snaps. The rocks of anxiety that weigh down my heart shatter into a thousand shards of joy, and his words feel like freshly fallen snow—a cool balm to every broken thing inside me.

Love. That’s what I’m feeling. “I need you too, Camillo,” I exhale.

“Damn fucking right, you do. I’m making you mine right here and right fucking now.”

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